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I’ve been trying to fix a furnace with a toothpick over here.
“Tell me what you need, Omega.”
I close my eyes. Press my cheek to the door.
“I need to be filled.”
He moans.Actually moans. Lucian Vale - corporate warlord, power incarnate - just groaned like a man denied victory for the first time in his life.
“I’d fill you,” he says. “Press you down on all fours. Knot you until you forgot your own fuckingname.”
“You’re not in here,” I breathe.
“I know.”
“Why?”
Another beat.
I swear I can hear him clenching his jaw.
“Because if I go in there…” His voice drops into the Devil’s bassline. “I don’t come back out until you’re ruined.”
Jesus. I’m going to need a tetanus shot after this, because thebiteon that line.
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
“You’re getting bolder,” he murmurs.
“You started it.”
Then, like he’s asking me what flavor smoothie I want -
“Are you slick right now, Omega?”
“Dripping,” I confess.
“Alright,” he says, voice tight like he’s one second away from declaring bankruptcy on his self-control. “Then be a good girl for your alpha, and let me listen to you rub your clit.”
I don’t even hesitate.
I follow his order without thought, sliding my hand down between my thighs.
My fingers are slippery, and I circle once - soft, testing.
My body jolts. My clitaches.Every brush of my skin-on-skin feels like pressure with no release.
But at least he’s here. Even if it’s just through the door, ithelps.
“That’s it,” Lucian murmurs. “Nice and slow. I want to hear you break for me.”
Rude. Ijustput myself back together.
“It’s not enough,” I whisper, semi-aware of how desperate I must sound even in my heat-fogged state.
“Use me, then,” he growls. “Use my shirt.”
I comply easy and yank the material off so fast I almost give myself whiplash. I bury my face in it, drag it between my legs, and yep - Lucian very much smells like CEO of Ruining Lives and expensive wood polish.
